Best Procures Poems

...Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.

Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so......

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...A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between
the rocks of......

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...When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind.  The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child is free to expand their ......

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     Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
     Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon 
     Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen 
     Custom of one equates her eight hour day


     H......

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...The magic gem of curly hair,
Procures itself in sodden downpour.
Frizz retracts and curls define,
Revitalised by heaven's moisture.
No brolly required.
No wind-swept locks.
A long-awaited makeo......

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...I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future 
It is not something I can con......

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local cab driver big deal

lacking personal appeal

drives into a lake

procures a fish cake

then bumps an electric eel.
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...One person, homeless, in soiled clothes
stands at intersection of two roads, stares continuously towards the road 
where palatial houses with beautiful flowered gardens are lined up.

Mesmerized imag......

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...I'm indulging myself by re-posting this poem from 2017
because it cracks me up and I thought we might laugh together


Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatiz......

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...The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can ......

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...I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye,
piles and piles of waste debris lingers-
my subconscious feeds my intellect
and I am left breathing pure black ash

sinister by true nature yet......

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...A true leader will lead the way into battle and he is defined by his actions and choices which will impact his followers. A leader procures a sense of security within his followers and secures fellow......

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...I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see an exact
Copy of me.

I look in the bed
That lies above mine
There comes a voice
That procures my whine.

I look at the table
And to my right
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...The Spider Queen, The Sycamore
       And The Tiger Moth

It is with glee 
I gaze upon 
A sycamore tree, 
A cobweb spun, 
And there between 
The budding leaves 
The spider queen 
Busily wea......

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...The ABCs of Another Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:

Amiable and responsive to many people in need.
Bold when it comes to matters of conservation.
Caring and sympathetic, her heart seeks goodness.
D......

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